Grime doesn’t pay
It was the toothbrush that gave him away. George had planned the perfect coverup. All he had to do was dispose of the item. It had taken time to get all that he needed together to do this dastardly deed.
First, it was the supplies he needed. There was the mask, which was easy being in COVID times was available. And then gloves, same access as the mask. There were the cleaning tools needed to make sure he left no trace of the crime, towels, wipes, disinfectant, bleach, toothbrush – all in proper order.
Then there was the timing. When would she leave and be out of the house long enough where he could sneak in and commit the act? That was the unknown, though due to fortunate circumstances, her milk ran out for her morning coffee that day and she had to leave to get more. She was addicted to coffee with milk. The opportunity had arrived.
George was quick, didn’t even wait until the car was out of the garage. He swiftly gathered his materials and went to the closet to retrieve the sweater that he had inadvertently stained with coffee the day before. The bigger problem was that George was no expert on stain removal.
As he pulled out the sweater he looked for a place in which to work. The kitchen sink seemed the most logical place. It was there that he soaked the sweater in a sink full of water and bleach, then not so carefully brushed the spot with the wipes and the toothbrush and ended with disinfecting the whole area before blow-drying the sweater in the bathroom and hanging it up, unfortunately, not back in the closet.
Needless to say, he didn’t actually look at what he was doing throughout all of this as the ballgame was on and he was focused on watching it instead of the task at hand. In fact, George never even saw the great white blotch which now pervaded through his handy work.
The ballgame was close, so he quickly threw all of the incriminating material in a cupboard and went back to the game. To his misfortune, the toothbrush was left out in the kitchen sink. That nice new blue marked toothbrush that used to have an indicator on the brush head that alerted you when it needed to be replaced was now all white.
His wife came home shortly thereafter. He was back watching the game. She put the milk in her coffee and passing the sink noticed the toothbrush. “Why is there a toothbrush in the sink?”
George played the innocent, saying, “I have no idea. I was just watching the game.”
His wife knowing something was up, went to the bathroom to return the toothbrush to its proper location. And that is when she saw her sweater.
Needless to say, George was outed and as much as he pleaded his innocence, his goose was cooked.
Some say it was the toothbrush that gave him away. And others just said, “You married him. You knew what you were getting into.” and left it at that.
